Night approached with hungry breath
Dragged your pulse toward living death
Fear attempted final flood
Kneeled in dust when you first stood
Storms recoiled from your rise
Shook the echo of your cries
Tears that held your faintest blood
Marked the ground where night once stood
Dreams reclaimed your scattered thread
Lifted hope from where you bled
Pain that forged your sisterhood
Bent beneath the stance you stood
Life restored its quiet good
Saw your strength misunderstood
World rewrote its hard manhood—
Night fell low when you first stood